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Baby, don't blame me |
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If I can't get loving you right |
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Baby, don't blame me |
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If I can't get loving you right |
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I ain't cut out for aprons |
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Or staying home at night |
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Well, my mama was a hippie |
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And my daddy was a rolling stone |
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Well, my mama was a hippie |
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And my daddy was a rolling stone |
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Well, it don't matter what you call me honey |
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My middle name is |
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Roam'Cause |
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I was born in gypsy boots |
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With a guitar on my back |
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Rebel soul and attitude |
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Just like |
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Johnny Cash |
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Well, this is just another town |
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And I'm only passing through |
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And I get around, in my gypsy boots |
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I don't wanna rock no babies |
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But baby, |
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I'll rock you |
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I don't wanna rock no babies |
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But baby, |
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I'll rock you |
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And I'll take off everything |
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But my gypsy boots |
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Hey, I'm a country song |
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The kind that makes you cry |
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Well, I'm a country song |
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The kind that makes you cry |
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And I'll drink up all your whiskey |
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And leave you high and dry' |
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Cause I was born in gypsy boots |
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With a guitar on my back |
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Rebel soul and attitude |
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Just like |
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Johnny Cash |
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Well, this is just another town |
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And I'm only passing through |
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And I get around in my gypsy boots |
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Hey, I get around in my gypsy boots |
